And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for
Rude and the total opposite of before
Good kids make bad grown ups
I'm breaking free of these shackles
Breaking molds that grow on the inside of eyelids
I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks
And we keep at it 'til the break of dawn.
Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone
Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don
The ramadan the start of dawn to qur'an where they look upon,
Suddenly woken by his mom at the crack of dawn but didn't give him any lip
Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit
And put together a million march for some gangsta shit
The center of attention like a toast before the wine sip
That's right, heheheyo, i heard you got beat up by the police
Bodying the beat and breaking bread with the coldest of g's
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